Obsidian Arc

An art of power An archaic darkened gleam Shimmers through the cracks of the arcane Black sun, obsidian storm The holographic construct of being An empty space in the glow of clarity The sentient subconscious wraith is waiting... In the solar lodge I found the key That unlocked a celestial domain It gave me wisdom and the will to soar High in the face of the gods I am guided by the light of a black sun By streams of alchemy and time I am bound An archway to the mysteries, bridge of enigmatic light Glimmers through a rift in the umbra It rains upon the ether in a wash of quiet brood It blackened storm, obsidian sun I have been gilded by the light of a black sun By jaws of the emerald lion I am bound

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Through dust of ages, burned into ashes of the seer The voice of an ancient echo travels across the astral plane Before the mark of time, before the origin of life What was and what shall be again meet at the crossroad of the divine Washed in anguish, cloaked in shadowed ancestry We stand in duality and await the arrival of the triad Infinity arrived before us on a steed of morbid decay and cast down on our plight, a looming desecration He is the third, the triumvirate, his journey ends here in our temple of atavistic separation His mare of centuries bows and falls from its bones into a pile of dry flesh, scoria and sinew We are but heretics watching from the edge of the ruins Our maligned veil enshrouds the world below Through the corridors tide, before the light revealed our silent woe A pleasant stillness that suffering could only reward We drag the gods behind us, they perished grasping our cloaks The serpent's venom spat upon and joined the ranks of the fallen steed We are but travelers in a lost aeon A new dark age of malice... and divinity

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Remove this mortal coil The nucleus of life, a vestige flame Where memories are adrift in a capitulum hollow Remove the heart and marrow The perpetual rhythm in a pallid cage Replace it with thorns, dried with age Scar me, bleed me Remove the ghost of being The spiritual fiber which makes a man Lost inside, haunting this fragile cavity Like smoke that abandons the flame A shadow's impression which never fades Replace it with thorns, dried with age Pierce me, release me Fill what is left with a coil of thorns Fill what is left with rusty nails Fill what is left with obsidian shards Shatter me, destroy me... Make me whole again Leave a briar of thorns where once stood a man There are fragments of wisdom in decline

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

I have been molding this burden for a lifetime Curved in the most exquisite form Forged to capture my molten iron will A vessel that shall carry me to the grave Purity through fire Cauterize... This furrowed affliction is as arrow-ravaged flesh Locked away in a chamber of voices Haunted by the past, hunted by the present Stalked endlessly by a harrow of shame By scorn and the crucible Scar, burn, sanctify The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire The perfect scar is forged by pyre... I have been molding this bitterness for a lifetime Cradled in the most exquisite form Forged to scoff my molten iron will A mockery that will echo to the grave Purity through fire Wash away the burden The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire The perfect scar is forged by pyre and crucible

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

"Aequa lege necessitas sortitur insignes et imos..."

There is a river in us all It flows a crimson ruin through our veins It is the life blood of suffering Red magma on a slow course to oblivion This river, it binds us It flows through us, feeds us It gives us health, it gives us life ... and drowns the rest of the world Tie your hands and suffer Then break them from the body Drown your soul in the mire Until there is nothing left of us here An empty vessel floats away Drown your soul in the water Feel the black mire penetrate your being Place your hands in the water The mire of mankind flows on... and on... ... a river...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025